| A quiet Odessa conversation: an elderly, squinted thief, reasoned with the young:
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| - Ah, well, what did you bring? |
| Teshka, smelt, fish side? |
| Who have you farmed?
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| My rhinestones, damn it, I managed to exchange for fake green ones!
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| That's what I have to say and I ask you never to forget -
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| Then he began to push the speech, remember for Odessa, re-educate the youth.
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| Chorus:
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| Odessa - sweet nights of love and early dawns,
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| Odessa - sunny bright days, your hot ones.
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| Odessa - in the evenings in the sea lights looming goodbye,
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| The shadows of port cranes, groaning loudly, moan until dawn.
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| Quiet
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| : Madame Kozyulik says: "This girl has a look."
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| Misha, throw yourself on the bed, make the night and you will sleep like a prince,
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| once the pocket rings.
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| - Madam, don't worry about your pocket, but show the whole shalman, this must be done before
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| dark in time.
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| Today there is a commotion in the port, a lafa for fraers has arrived, so what if I lived like that! |
| -
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| The details are spicy, our Misha did not like to discuss smuggling deals.
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| Chorus:
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| Odessa - sweet nights of love and early dawns,
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| Odessa - sunny bright days, your hot ones.
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| Odessa - in the evenings in the sea lights looming goodbye,
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| The shadows of port cranes, groaning loudly, moan until dawn.
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| And here is such, oh, my God, a quiet Odessa conversation: “Sarah, look out into the yard,
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| he knits up to Qili again,
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| Still, it's time for permanent residence! |
| God grant, wisdom already, because I asked for this, it seems:
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| - Don't bother God in vain and don't play on my nerves, don't blaspheme,
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| old drunk!
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| Yes! |
| At least once I went to the OViR, and then I said: "America!"
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| You are blown away by the wind and covered with snow, do you remember your native shores?
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| Chorus:
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| Odessa - sweet nights of love and early dawns,
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| Odessa - sunny bright days, your hot ones.
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| Odessa - in the evenings in the sea lights looming goodbye,
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| The shadows of port cranes, groaning loudly, moan until dawn.
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| - Oh, Odessa, a pearl by the sea! |